It's time! It's time! The wedding of the century is here at last.
You are cordially invited to attend the wedding of Bella, Edward, Jasper, and Katherine.
Jasper and Edward have waited to marry their mates for so long. Now everything is perfec...
Soft classical music filled the air as blood red roses fell from the sky like soft rain. Bella and Kat walked down the white rug laid out for them. Everyone was there. Dressed in white. Their friends, their family, all smiling at them. When Bella and Kat look forward, they see their loves looking back at them, dressed in their white tuxedos, with a single red rose pinned to their chest. Bella gives Edward a shy smile as he smirks back at her. He takes her hand and guides her to the altar as Jasper takes Kat's hand.
When Bella turns to face the preacher, her smile quickly forms into a shock of terror. She grips on to Edward's arm tightly as she finds herself face to face with the Volturi again. Aro, Marcus, and Caius. Aro and Caius smirk down at her sinisterly as the music suddenly turns dark and brooding. She turns around to find her friends and family, but a dark cloud forms over her as she looks to see that everyone was gone. Nothing, but a cold, eerily wind whistling and blowing the red petals, mixing into a puddle of blood that was forming beneath her. Staining the white carpet red. She turns to face Edward, and to her horror, she notices that his tux was stained with blood, his lips tainted red as he smacks his lips as if he had just finished a delicious meal.
She gasps and looks down as she, suddenly, feels that her dress and skin were wet. She brings her hand up, watching it tremble as it was covered in blood. She looks down at herself and sees that her beautiful white dress was now covered with splatter of blood and the skirt was covered, nearly dripping. She looks further down and gasps as she sees that she stood on top of a large mountain of bodies with Edward next to her. But, it wasn't just bodies. It was the bodies of her friends. Her family. Charlie. Renee. Phil. Everyone. All dead and covered with their own blood that was drained from their veins. Bite marks covered their skin.
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She watches the beautiful alter, once covered in white flowers, withered down into nothing but thorns and black twigs. Dead. Like her friends and family beneath her feet. She slowly lets the bouquet fall from her fingers and turn to look at Edward with fear in her eyes. But, he simply just smiles. He leans closer to her, as if he was going to kiss her, but he turns and aims for her neck.
Bella lets out a loud gasp and sits up fast as she clutches her neck. Panting and coated with sweat, she snaps the lights back on and tries to settle her breathing. She brings her knees up and holds herself as she tries to process what the dream meant. Once she's married to Edward, and once she's turned, the Volturi will want to know and if anyone knew...anyone that she loved and cared about knew...they'll die.
